This Does Not Seem Real

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We got back from the hospital 30 minutes ago. The postman has just delivered the mail so I go over and try to pick it up, but I can't.

"Lily." I say.

Lily is about 5 metres from me so she doesn't have to come far.

"Can you give those letters to mummy please?" I ask.

Lily does as she is told and then goes back to playing with her toys. I sit back on the couch and then go through them. I get to the third one and my eyes widen. No. Way. Did. I. Just. Get. A. Letter. Back. From. Ellen.

"Oh my God." I whisper.

I toss the other letters aside and rip the one I'm holding open.

"Dear Harper Montgomery. We received your letter here at Warner brother studios and felt it was very touching. We would like to thank you for writing to us and would like to invite you, your daughter to come and be a guest on the show. We would also like to invite one other person of your choice to be in the audience. Please find enclosed some more details and please drop us an e-mail when you are ready to sort a date. You need to e-mail us within 14 consecutive working days. Best of luck, Ellen Degeneres and the rest of the team." I say outloud.

I can't believe this s happening right now. I get up and put the letter in the kitchen drawer. I sit back at the couch and then ring Rachel.

"Hi, this is Rachel. Please leave a message after the tone." Says Rachel's voicemail.

"Rachel. It's me. You need to call me as soon as you get this. I got a letter back from Ellen inviting me Lily and one other person to the show. I want you to come. I'll talk you you later. Love you. Bye." I say.

I sigh and realise how extremely boring it is around here. I decide I should go out tomorrow. Not out, out, just to the shopping centre. I decide to put on a film and order pizza for myself. I feed Lily, give her a bath and then get into bed. I start watching dance moms and there's an argument going on. This should be good.

"What the hell happened on that stage?" Says Abby as she walks into the dressing room.

Paige just sits there next to Chloe, Maddie, Brooke, Nia, Kendall and McKenzie.

"Am I talking to a wall?" Says Abby.

"Abby. Paige forgot her solo and the girls went on and dances with her. Mistakes happen." Says Kelly.

"Yes. Mistakes do happen. But when my name and my company is being represented by your kid, it should have its head held high." Says Abby.

"Abby. Please stop yelling." Says Kelly.

"Miss Abby. I'm really sorry for forgetting my solo." Says Paige.

"But you're not sorry though, are you Paige. This has happened too many times and I'm getting sick and tired of it. You need to buck up your ideas, because if that happened at an audition they'd be like, hey she's rubbish, She can't even remember a 2 minutes solo." Says Abby.

Paige runs outside crying and Kelly follows her.

"Girls. Why did you go on stage to help her" asks Abby.

"Because she's our friend." Says Kendall.

"She may be your friend but if you did that on a Broadway show, youd be kicked off straight away." Says Abby.

"Abby. You need to calm down. The girls were just trying to help a friend out so she would get embarassed." Says Christi. (Chloe's mum)

"Screw her getting embarrased. What about my name and my company?" Asks Abby.

"Is that all you care about now?" Asks Jill. (Kendall's mum.

"No. I care about their future. But if they ever. And I mean ever embarrass me like that again, I swear you and your kid will be done." Says Abby.

Abby picks up her bag and goes to leave. You can hear a few girls crying.

"Save your tears for the pillow!" Says Abby.

The show ends and I turn my t.v. off. I go on my phone and scroll through my Facebook. I like a few posts before going to sleep. I end up having a dream.

"I hate you! Your the worst mum ever!" Says a blonde 13 year old.

She slams a door and Nathan comes in the room.

"She'll be ok. Just give her time." Says Nathan.

"Nathan." I say.

"Yeah?" Says Nathan.

"I need to tell you something." I say.

"What?" Says Nathan.

"I want a divorce." I say.

"Wait, what?" Says Nathan.

"I can't do this anymore. I want a divorce." I say.

"We have a thirteen year old daughter and twins on the way. Why do this now?" Asks Nathan.

"That's the thing. They aren't yours. Lily is, but you are not the father of the twins." I say.

"Why are you telling me this now?" Asks Nathan.

"Because I'm dying." I say.

The dream ends and I wake up. It was weird. Really weird. It's about 6 am and Lily doesn't have to be a nursery till 9. I try to go back to sleep, but it's no use. I get up and go to the toilet and after, get back I to bed. I go back on my Facebook, instagram, Twitter, snaohat, but nothing new. I turn my telly on and start watching episodes of me on the Xfactor. I begin to cry a little, but I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Lily starts to whimper. Then cry. Then scream. I get out of bed and see to her. She calms down and then I get back into bed, only to be forced out of it again. Someone's at the door. At this time. I hope nothings wrong with Dion. I get out of bed once again and as I'm going down the stairs, the knocking is continuous.

"Alright. I'm on crutches. Can't go that fast." I shout.

I open the door and there's a man. About 6 foot with golden brown hair and blue eyes. I stare at him for a few moments before saying something.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Are you Harper Davidson?" Asks the man.

"Was. Harper Montgomery now. You didn't answer my question. Who are you?" I ask.

There's a pause. Like he's about to drop a bombshell.

"I'm your dad."

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